It was actually Wen Qing who did it!
Zhang Fangfang closed her eyes, suppressing the raging anger, resentment, and unease within her. After a moment of calm, she suddenly opened her eyes, turned abruptly, and sprinted towards the backyard.
"Fangfang, what are you doing?" asked Zhang Fangfang's aunt, Su Hongmei.
Zhang Fangfang completely ignored everyone, her face stiff as she went straight into the backyard. When she came out again, she had changed her shirt, pants, and shoes.
"Fangfang, why did you suddenly change your clothes?" Su Hongmei asked in confusion.
"I don't want to wear it anymore," Zhang Fangfang replied impatiently.
"Your clothes aren't as nice as the one you wore before," Su Hongmei said.
Zhang Fangfang struggled to suppress her anger and didn't lash out at Su Hongmei on the spot. Instead, she redirected her anger towards the Fengqing Clothing Store across the street.
The firecrackers at Fengqing Garment Shop have stopped, and the unique and eye-catching "Fengqing Garment Shop" sign is now hanging on the storefront, making people's eyes light up and giving the impression that the storefront is quite high-end.
Aunt Xiao, Bao Hong, Yao Shiling, Wen Liang, Wen Peng, and the fifteen tailors were all dumbfounded and speechless. What was going on?
"Baohong, what's going on?" Aunt Xiao asked. She had just gone to the restroom, and when she came out of the shop, there was a crowd of people, firecrackers, a signboard, cars, red ribbons, and flowers. What was going on?
"I don't know," Bao Hong said, looking completely bewildered.
"Didn't you just call out, 'Sister Wenqing, you're here!' How could you not know?" Aunt Xiao asked.
“I just don’t know. Sister Wenqing told me to shout like that.” Bao Hong explained, completely bewildered, “Sister Wenqing told me to wait at the bakery in front of the shop early last night before she went back to Shuiwan Village. She also gave me 50 cents for breakfast and said that if I saw a truck carrying big shoes and a truck carrying sewing machines coming from the four-way intersection, I should go back to the shop and start shouting, ‘Sister Wenqing, coming!’ all the way to our shop. So, I shouted.”
Aunt Xiao stared in disbelief, then asked, "So, you were just talking nonsense and didn't actually know anything?"
Bao Hong nodded: "Mm."
Aunt Xiao was even more puzzled, and turned to look at Wen Qing, who was smiling and thanking Tang Quan.
"Uncle Tang, thank you so much for today," Wen Qing said with a smile.
Tang Quan laughed and said, "I was confused by you too. I just wanted to see what tricks you were up to. I didn't expect... you're really good at business!" As he spoke, Tang Quan introduced the man next to Wen Qing: "Our colleague, Wang Zhishan, a very influential colleague."
Wen Qing looked at Wang Zhishan, who was about thirty years old, thin, dressed neatly and smartly, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looked quite shrewd.
“Hello, Mr. Wang.” Wen Qing extended her hand again, smiling and behaving with grace and poise: “My name is Wen Qing.”
"Hello, my name is Wang Zhishan."
They shook hands briefly and then parted. Wen Qing still had a smile on her face, while Wang Zhishan's shrewd eyes, framed by glasses, stared at Wen Qing's face for a moment, but his main attention was on Wen Qing's clothes and shoes.
The top was a beige shirt with small, transparent, round, flat buttons on the front.
The pants were dark khaki wide-leg pants with a wide elastic band at the waist.
The shoes are wedge-heeled leather shoes, with a traditional yet fashionable style.
Wang Zhishan couldn't help but ask, "Did you make all the clothes and shoes yourself?"
Wen Qing smiled and said frankly, "Yes." She bought the leather and soles for the wedge heels and made them herself with the help of the repairman's tools and experience. After Wang Zhishan examined them, a barely perceptible glint flashed in his eyes, and he stopped talking.
Meanwhile, Wen Qing was still chatting with Tang Quan outside the shop, which puzzled Yao Shiling and Aunt Xiao, who had reached out to invite the people inside.
Aunt Xiao kept winking at Wen Qing, trying to get her to come inside, but Wen Qing pretended not to see it.
Yao Shiling tugged at Wen Qing's clothes: "Let's go inside. Greet people inside. What kind of behavior is this on the street?"
Wen Qing then smiled and extended her hand, saying, "Uncle Tang, Mr. Wang, please."
Wen Qing then followed Tang Quan and Wang Zhishan into Feng Qing Clothing Store.
Aunt Xiao, Yao Shiling, and Bao Hong went to help unload the sewing machine, while Wen Liang and Wen Peng watched from the sidelines to see if there was anything they could do to help.
Looking at the ten brand-new sewing machines, Wen Peng asked softly, "Second Brother, did our eldest sister buy all these sewing machines?"
"I don't know," Wen Liang said.
At this moment, the truck driver said, "Your older sister's name is Wen Qing, right?"
“Yes,” Wen Peng said.
"This is what Wen Qing bought, 1,750 yuan, paid in full at once," the truck driver said.
One thousand seven hundred and fifty yuan, paid in full at once?
The passersby who had been predicting the worst suddenly gasped in shock. 1,750 yuan! How rich do you have to be to pay the full amount?
Who said Aunt Xiao's tailor shop was going to close down? Yes, Aunt Xiao's tailor shop did close down, but Feng Qing Garment Shop is three times bigger and ten times more upscale than Aunt Xiao's tailor shop.
Who said Wen Qing is too young and immature to handle things? Wen Qing is rich! It seems the storefront next door that was always empty now belongs to Wen Qing too, and it's been combined with the original storefront.
As the sewing machines were carried into Fengqing Garment Factory, the way passersby looked at Wen Qing changed. Before, they sympathized with Wen Qing and criticized the Ji family, but now they still envied Wen Qing for still criticizing the Ji family.
"A storefront, a sewing machine worth 1,750 yuan, plus the storefront sign and the car, how much will this cost!"
"Didn't you hear? One of those two men owns a factory, and the other came from the capital. They're both rich. Only rich people can hang out with each other. Let me tell you, Wen Qing must be very rich too. Otherwise, why would he drive all the way here to congratulate you on your new store opening?"
"Yes, yes, yesterday the Ji family was scolding Wen Qing for clinging to their family. Now that I think about it, Wen Qing is just a young girl who opened a shop with her skills and bought twenty sewing machines. That's quite a feat!"
"Don't even mention the Ji family. They're all snobbish and look down on people. Even Wen Qing doesn't want the Ji family anymore."
“Yes! That little girl from the Ji family is especially ill-mannered. I heard from my niece that Wen Qing is the top student at Nanzhou No. 1 High School, a top student. Ji Ningzhi seems to score below average in every subject, yet she keeps saying that Wen Qing is ill-mannered and uncultured. She herself is like a shrew cursing in the street. I think she is the one who is ill-mannered and uncultured. She doesn’t know shame.”
At this moment, Ji Ningzhi, who had finally returned to normal emotions after two days of recovery, learned from Zhang Fangfang that Wen Qing might be packing her bags and leaving today. She came over in a good mood to admire Wen Qing's "miserable state" and also asked Zhang Fangfang to make her a nice set of clothes to wear for Li Chuanli.
Before she even reached Zhang Fangfang's tailor shop, she heard the crackling of firecrackers. Curious, she followed the sound and saw that Aunt Xiao's tailor shop was indeed gone, replaced by the very upscale words "Fengqing Garment Shop". She was overjoyed. Haha, Aunt Xiao's tailor shop really went out of business and has now been transferred to Fengqing Garment Shop.
Just as she was feeling happy, she suddenly caught sight of Wen Qing smiling broadly at the door. Not only that, but many passersby congratulated her. From the passersby, she learned that Xiao Tailor Shop had not disappeared, but had been transformed. Now, the shop in front of her, from the name to the actual business, belonged entirely to Wen Qing.
Ji Ningzhi felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of ice water. The curses and contempt from passersby about the Ji family pierced her ears, completely erasing her good mood. In their place came anger, shame, and resentment. The mental wall she had built up for two days collapsed with a "boom."
She covered her face and ran home, sobbing.
Liang Wenhua was doing laundry at home when she saw this and asked, "What's wrong with Ningzhi?"
"Wen Qing, Wen Qing..."
"Did Wen Qing bully you again?" Liang Wenhua asked sternly.
“Wen Qing is rich now!” Ji Ningzhi said, crying.
"What do you mean?" Liang Wenhua was not quite clear about the situation.
Ji Ningzhi stamped her foot and said, "Wen Qing's Aunt Xiao's tailor shop not only didn't go out of business, but it's getting bigger and bigger. Now she has twenty sewing machines, fifteen tailors, and two big bosses who came in their fancy cars to congratulate her on her grand opening!"
Upon hearing this, Liang Wenhua was stunned and asked, "Really?"
"What do you think? I saw it all with my own eyes!" Ji Ningzhi wiped away her tears: "Those neighbors are all sucking up to her, saying our family has no manners!"
"Who said that? I'm going to confront her!" Confront whom? So many people in the county have said it, who are they going to confront? Liang Wenhua didn't move after all, then cautiously asked, "Wen Qing, are you really that rich?"
Liang Wenhua still couldn't believe it and was dumbfounded on the spot. How could Wen Qing have money?
Of course, she wasn't the only one who couldn't believe it; the dramatic reversal of Wen Qing's identity shocked everyone.
Almost in the blink of an eye.
Fengqing Clothing Store opens.
Two cars and one truck.
Ten sewing machines.
Ten strings of firecrackers.
Two shops...etc., in Wangcheng County, each of these is a symbol of being a "ten-thousand-yuan household," and they all come together on Wen Qing. This news spread rapidly throughout every corner of Wangcheng County. When people saw Wen Qing again, they felt that he was shining with gold. Even the front-slit pants that Wen Qing wore seemed to be more acceptable to everyone.
For example, someone said, "Wen Qing is wearing pants with slits in the front!"
"Rich people are so arrogant."
“I think it looks pretty good. I don’t like wearing pants with side slits, so I always wear elastic waistbands. I really like this front slit one. But if Wen Qing hadn’t started wearing it, I definitely wouldn’t have dared to wear it. She wore it, so I’ll wear it too. I’ll go buy a pair and try it on.”
"I feel a little shy and don't dare to wear it."
“If you don’t dare to wear it, I will. I think it would look great on Wen Qing. My figure is similar to Wen Qing’s, so I’m sure it would look good on me too.”
"..."
Aunt Xiao never expected that the front-slit pants she made yesterday would be sold today. There was no need to test them at Zhang Xiuying's shop or expand from the city to the county. The people in the county accepted them directly.
Most of the people who come to buy khaki wide-leg high-waisted pants are young girls, and these girls are generally quite fashion-conscious.
Aunt Xiao was so happy that she didn't notice when the girls asked, "How much are these pants?"
Aunt Xiao was taken aback. She had never been a fan of these pants, and she had been busy making clothes all day yesterday and busy with the opening and transformation of the business this morning. She never expected to sell clothes, so she didn't know the price.
"No, no, I'm sorry." Aunt Xiao said repeatedly, "Please wait a moment. Our boss usually wears the clothes himself first and sells them only if he thinks they look good. So I haven't had a chance to ask about the price yet. Please wait a moment, I'll go ask."
"Then hurry up, we're waiting."
"Yes, yes, yes," Aunt Xiao responded, telling Bao Hong to watch the shop while she went to the restaurant to find Wen Qing.
Today, Tang Quan and Wang Zhishan have made Wen Qing look good, so Wen Qing must treat them to a meal to express his gratitude.
Originally, Wen Qing had invited Aunt Xiao, Yao Shiling, Bao Hong, Wen Liang, Wen Peng, and fifteen tailors to go together, and they booked four tables.
As a result, everyone disagreed. Firstly, the owner of Wenqing was truly generous, and they were all grateful and fond of him. Secondly, in this era, vegetables, meat, and noodles were all expensive; how could they all eat Wenqing's food just because it was good?
Wen Qing had no choice but to go alone, but she asked the restaurant to prepare a simple meal, which would be delivered to Feng Qing's clothing store in a little while.
At this moment, Aunt Xiao was filled with excitement, with only one thought: "Feng Qing" is going to be a hit. If people in the county can accept high-waisted khaki pants with front slits, then people in Nanzhou City will definitely accept them even more easily.
She never expected that young people today would be so receptive to it.
Thinking this, she quickened her pace.
Meanwhile, inside Fengqing Clothing Store, with Aunt Xiao's departure, the storefront that was originally vacant and reserved for selling clothes has now become increasingly crowded with customers buying clothes.
Compared to the group of young people in Fengqing Clothing Store, Zhang Fangfang's tailor shop is filled with a few elderly people who take fabric to make clothes.
Zhang Fangfang glanced at the elderly people, becoming increasingly annoyed and disruptive. Then, glancing at the bustling scene inside Fengqing Clothing Store, she angrily slammed her teacup on the ground, instantly chipping a layer of white porcelain from it.
"Fangfang, what's wrong with you?" Su Hongmei asked again.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? Can you please shut up and let me have some peace and quiet?!" Zhang Fangfang yelled.
Su Hongmei was startled, and the other customers in the store were also stunned.
Zhang Fangfang ignored everything and walked away.
Su Hongmei awkwardly greeted the guests.
At roughly the same time, Aunt Xiao arrived at the Peace Hotel, the largest and most "luxurious" hotel in the county.
The Peace Hotel's only three private rooms did not have doors, so Aunt Xiao spotted Wen Qing, Wang Zhishan, and Tang Quan at a glance.
Before she could even shout, she heard Wang Zhishan say, "Wen Qing, you can consider my suggestion. It will only benefit you and not harm you."
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